Friday, June 07, 2019

MY FACEBOOK UNOFFICIAL BLOG

Dear friends,

I maintain an unofficial blog in FACEBOOK.

Reference : -- https://www.facebook.com/manojksanyal/?modal=admin_todo_tour

This unofficial blog is entertainment blog and it controls two poetic groups....

A)  POETIC THOUGHTS  https://www.facebook.com/groups/170678703492788/

B) POETRY AND POETICS FOR BENGALI AND HINDI POEMS @ POETIC THOUGHTS
https://www.facebook.com/groups/343505532949862/

I post my poetic creations there.

Interested persons may join and enjoy the poetics there.

THANK YOU ALL.

Saturday, May 04, 2019





Color blindness (tanka)
(5-7-5-7-7)

Being color blinds
we cipher life process codes
mathematical
forgetting that the colors
need to be encoded too.
Copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

My books and details





Sunday, April 28, 2019

Stains




Stains

During my childhood days
I used to write with pen and ink pot
Resulting in blue or black stains
On hands and clothing…

Now we use dot pens and refills
As such practically no ink stains.
Moreover in present computer age
We press keys and communication is paperless. 

But stains are there.
Color is now RED….thick red of hate.

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Copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
https://manojksanyal.blogspot.com

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Nostalgic I am


Nostalgic I am
Sunrise and tweeting birds
Amidst echoed sound of culture
And I remembered my childhood time.
Dewed green in village fields
With riverside smell of peace
Along flowery décor
And I visualized my loving village.
Love and laughter of villagers
My school days and fight with friends
Funny games with mock rivalry
And I became pensive for adolescent days.
Present fakes with materialistic attitude
Along greed and competitions
And I feel myself lost and alone.
Nostalgic I am today.
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Copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

My spiritual connection



My spiritual connection :-

I am a disciple of Bharat Sebasram Sangha with Sri Tridivanandaji, Ex President of BSS as my DIKSHAGURU along nurtured blessings of SRIMATSWAMI   PRANABANANDAJI as SANGHAGURU.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Hello friends




Hello friends




Poetic musings
 I neither like nor comment
But I write poems.

Egoistic self
Waits for others' reactions
Do I? Do you all?


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copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Shades of colors




                                            Shades of colors

Wavy lifestyle
Pungent blots of hate
Boom Boom!

Cerulean sky
Smell of her perfume
Full moon winks !!

Rising sun
Serenity of nature
Pigeons are flying.
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Monday, April 08, 2019

Fallacy


boomeranged sun rays
cataract green horizon
 entwined lovebirds sleep

canopy of blue
cuckoos sing in smiley spring
 street dogs bark for love…

@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal



Friday, April 05, 2019

Tranquility (lanturnes)



Tranquility (LANTURNES)
God’s
Shadow
On human
Stimulates to
Think.

Green
Love of
Horizon
Makes souls and minds
Free.

Let
We all
Enjoy the
Mesmerizing
Feels.

copyright@Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Tuesday, April 02, 2019

Ad infinitum




Ad infinitum

I am ‘the love’
in this land of diversities
and I bring harmonious beauties.

I am ‘the feel’
in this horizon of beauties
and I sing songs in bounties.

I am ‘the strength’
in this universe of bounties
and I expand the boundaries.

I am ‘the poet’
in the social boundaries
and I pen thoughtful quandaries.

I am ‘the life’
in this world of quandaries
and I ensure cyclic journeys.

I am ‘the human’
in this cosmos of journeys
and I glitter with fancies.

I am ‘the God’
in meditative spiritual fancies
and I bring unity in diversities.

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Copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal


ON LINE PRESENCE OF MY BOOKS:-


                              (FOR INFORMATION ONLY)
                              (url  nos noted from internet)
A)  Poetic expressions :- my first book  ISBN 818903619X

B)  Poetic paintings :-  my second book ISBN 8182060125

C)  Spandan@kichhu kabita ..poetry book in Bengali language
My third book ISBN 8187891939 NO ON LINE PRESENCE

D) Beyond end … short stories my fourth book ISBN 9788187891413 NO ON LINE PRESENCE

Narasimha (villanelle)

Narasimha (villanelle)

Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting
As humanity sheds painful agonizing tear
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.

With countless gloomy actions in torturous bashing
And writhing commoners in psychological fear
Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting.

Atrocities and malice howl with sadist grinning
And richly few are in control with passionate leer
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.

With religious aggressions in the alarming
And terror strikes of fanatics in adventure gear
Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting.

Living hood gaps and all the vices are galloping
And this world is being governed by parasite peer
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.

As natural balance and virtues are reducing
And all spiritual positives are mocked with jeer
Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.


copyright@Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Poetic tapestry (sonnet)




Poetic tapestry (sonnet)

The complex tapestries of life cycle
With all complications and variance
Remind us weaver birds’ nesting brilliance
To integrate tunneled pathways ample.

Our living hood in this globular world
With large corridors of feelings many
Need stitching methods of these birds tiny
For cohesion of our emotions gnarled.

The sparrows collect the leafy remains
Be it from green terrains or dry patches
And construct common shelters from scratches
Unlike our selfish acts for richly gains.

Let us learn from their poetic weavings
And create a new herald of meanings.


copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Happiness


Happiness

While swinging in my mother’s tummy
I searched for happiness
And came to this earth
But I had my first cry with happiness.

Life progressed with time span
And learnt to be happy and joyous
With successes and achievements
But tears were there too drenching my soul.

Now in old age I meditate
To know myself and meaning of happiness
And found out with time
Pure happiness is there only in mother’s womb.

While seating in the rocking chair
I try to swing for bliss and happiness
And the new mother calls me
“Come dear come”.


copyright @Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Sunday, March 24, 2019

My Blog



Eternity




Eternity

Is that she?

With her curly hair
as broken waves on seashore
and deer eyes in mesmerizing smile
she looks heavenly and poetic.

I feel her shadowed presence
by whispering love touch
and she lures me with time.

We plough velvety
as lovers and time ceases.

Sparks make fire
and we learnt that our emotions make Life.

We seem to be celestial beings now.


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@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

The disguise



The disguise
Shadows lengthen with cawing time
but suddenly step back
as darkness descends

Bats fly in tattooed civilization
with flickering light and shadow

Torn clothing loiters here and there
as whispering shame chokes

Dawn comes in
and innocence gets dressed up

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@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal